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Think on it.I am not very good with numbers. But i find math to be almost romantic.
The reason i try so hard to understand it is that it has a Beauty to it, that so few things in the word have.
I think Math is universal and beautiful.
it is the one thing that is the same in 'EVERY' Language, in ever country, All over the world.
no matter where you are 2+2 will always be 4
i know you think this is silly. but i find it Beautiful.
i find it truly amazing that
два + Zwei = four | Russian, German, and English.
Deux + δυο = 네 | French, Greek , and Korean
Dois + dhá = čtyři | Portuguese, Irish, and Czech
2 + 2 = 4
No matter where you are.
And that is Beautiful.
To me Beauty is Something that everyone sees and understands.
This beauty Is something we share with the world.
My one truth.
That Is one thing is true in my world,
There is always art to be made, A poem to write ~
Often we even see artists sitting up till far past when there is ligh, our practice is one that had once been fueled by candlelight in the dead of night.
Our's are the type to Work until once again there is light in the sky. And those of us who truly wish to do this till we die.
Always feeling the need to have a pen, a brush, or a tablet in hand. Hours spent pouring love and heart into every work of art, to create a true original brand.
As a muse guids are hands, and Inspiration guids are hearts, There is always the want, Need and time to create art.
Mell's Oath"I will Always be Fare, just, and kind.
I will always Cherish my Mask,
For it is part of me, and it is part of my soul
I will Steal Maple Syrup, and share it with my fellow ninja,
I will never judge a person by there looks,
FOR WE ARE AL EQUAL."
True Maple looks at the young girl. She reaches out her hand hesitantly knowing the pain will come.
True Maple smiles seeing her fear kisses the palm of her hand, Making Leader role his eyes. True Maple pulled the small knife from his wrist guard and once again held the out reached hand the girl, who watched wide eyed as a small cut is made. she winces at the pain the cut is deep but not to deep, and it stings as blood poor from it.
Leader nods and True maple smile and places the mask in her bloody hand, staining the white, an back a deep red.Mell puts both her hands under the mask, and says just as she rehearsed: "I hear by Swear to serve as a Maple NINJA~!" True maple takes t
AngelAn Angel is the last person who will know he has wings.
Because if the Angel knew he had wings.
He would be tempted to do wrong,
or use them to get what he wanted.
And he would no longer be an angel.
So when you see an angel,
and you can see his wings,
keep it to yourself.
So he can stay an angel.
Anchor on TopAnchor on top.
One fine day in Bikini- "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO" SpongeBob yells so loud it break the 4th wall.
Squidward sighs walking up behind him. "What now spongb-" he stops and looks at the seen in front of him. So many passers by stopped, and started. At the site.
An Anchor had fallen on the Krusty Krab in the middle of the night. And what ever had Dropped it cast a shadow over the aria as well. It was dark, and the anchor was huge.
Why people where stopped to look at the Anchor, Plankton Was looking out the window of the chum bucket. "Yes
my first hetalia song fic... RUN~!Remember those walls I built
Well, baby they're tumbling down
And they didn't even put up a fight
They didn't even make up a sound
No matter how hard Toris Tried ever thing he had done to protect him self from another loveless love like he had shared with Ivan. Seemed to have been in vain.
He tried to Reinforce them but he could no longer fight it.
The man that freed hiim from a demon... he had fallen in love.
I found a way to let you in
But I never really had a doubt
Standing in the light of your halo
I got my angel now
Toris felt love for Alfred like he had not had in so long.
ever piece of him felt as though he could not stop how he felt.
he Truly Felt as though Alfred was a hero
It's like I've been awakened
Every rule I had you breakin'
It's the risk that I'm takin'
I ain't never gonna shut you out
Toris had not felt so alive in years.
He even started clunging to Alfred like a small child
Faith vs reasonReason( ignorance about God ) needs to be won by our Faith and Love in Christ Jesus, as Lord Jesus Himself said : " by your Love they'll know , you are my Disciples. ". Engaging a battle of reasons doesn't gain much.
Self ReflectionTo admire your enemies,
it is one step above relating to them
Pitying your enemies
Is one step above despising them
On Heroes and VillainsThere’s a saying, “When on the path to becoming a hero be wary that you don’t wind up the villain”. What that saying doesn’t warn you about is that ultimately the paths become one and the same and it’s almost impossible to see the dividing line.
The Problem with MemoryThe Problem with Memory
I don’t care what anyone remembers of me after I die. I mean, I’ll be dead, I won’t be around to care. And to a lesser extent I don’t even care what anyone evokes of me while I still draw breath. Memory is a broken concept. It can be warped and skewed by even the most impartial observer until it has no bearing on fact, on what truly occurred. How many great men does our society reminisce fondly of who were hated in their lifetimes, perhaps for good reason? And how many unassuming saints die in total obscurity by the very nature of their humility, their good deeds never to be thought of again?
I say it again, memory is a broken concept.
This is our curse, imaginably, for our own hubris. Or maybe it is the reason our race as a whole suffers such grand delusions in the first place, that we might have worshipped Caesar and Augustus as divine beings instead of the plain men they were. Plain men we all are, flesh and blood, and imperfect to the
On Fate and Destiny and OtherHere you stand at a crossroads. The road of fate to the left and the road of destiny to your right. If you were to go left then you were fated to choose so but if you go to the right then you were destined to go that way. But what if you choose neither? What if instead of choosing one or the other you made a different choice? What would we call that?
One word for it may be “freedom”.
Bad Trend in Teens [More to a journal]I heard from my friend, that many of her classmates are or want to use e-Cigarette. And this is so messed up, as we are still young (middle-schooler).
First of all, what is e-Cigarette? Electric Cigarette/Electronic Nicotine Delivery Systems, a new cigarette type. Detailed here.
Also known as 'vapor' in Indonesia. It may be more healthy and environmentally friendly than normal cigarette, but the negative sides still the same.
Well, read the rest of the thing in wikipedia.
e-Cigarette is kind of expensive in Indonesia (the cheapest one as far as my cousin know is 500.000 IDR, I don't know what about the liquid, and if refill...). But well, my school is a prestigious school for those who are rich (I'm not that rich though) so it's not that surprising...
I know what is e-Cigarette since my cousin uses it too. My cousin already work, and e-Cigarette is a trend in her workplace.
So, back to main point. My friend showed the
Coming CleanI'm gonna be honest with you, I don't have any idea what I'm doing.
I keep coming up with these absolutely ridiculous thoughts and ideas that mess with me way more than my own thoughts should, and they're almost always about trivial bullshit. One day, I consider how many people would care if my plane went down in a field somewhere. I wonder how many lives would be affected by the loss of everyone on board with me, how long it would be on the news, if at all. Then I'm realizing that I'm just a grain of sand in a great cosmic beach or some hippie crap like that that you've heard spewed a dozen times from books and speeches and poetry.
Can this be called a poem? I don't like to write poems. I have no skill with them and at my age they always wind up full of angst.
I guess you could say that we're having a conversation, but at the same time you aren't contributing at all. I don't even know who the hell you are, yet I'm talking to you, the abstract idea of a reader, like we're friends. I su
On Strength Beyond StrengthI know a lot of strong people, people who can’t climb a wall or win a fight or even lift a box over thirty pounds above their head, but they’re strong because they have something most “strong” people lack. Perseverance. They are strong because they are determined and maybe too stubborn to back down.
That in itself is a form of strength.
Confesiunea unui suflet pagan Asculta-mi spusele, pentru tine, nu doar de dragul celor din jur. Poate si tu ai trecut prin acest cosmar,
dar nu ai avut curajul si nici cuvintele necesare sa spui.
Nu e fictiune, nu e o poveste cu printi si printese,
ci doar confesiunea unui suflet de taciune in spatele caruia
se afla o inima imbibata cu venin de atata amar de vreme.
O lacrima nevinovata, ce trece ca un fulger pe obrazu-ti de copil te diferentiaza de
un pui de demon.
Te privesc in oglinda si departe de ordinara-ti infatisare umana, departe de ochii-ti
negri ce lumineaza, dar plang
a jale, vezi un spirit intunecat care ti-a aparat fragila constiinta si nu te-a lasat sa
innebunesti de la prima cadere.
Un gand se proiecteaza in tacere pe zeci de sentimente care ricoseaza direct in inima ta
gingasa si te doare... si nu-ti citesc dintr-un roman, ci dintr-un suflet.
Opinions - the standThe world is full of opinions, so people tend to think there's dose not matter.
they think, i am one grain of sand in the Desert
you have to believe in your voice and opinion!
you may only be one grain of sand, but if you move you could cause ever other grain to move slide or fall as-well
ever thing you do matters what you think of your world, are world, it Counts.
To believe in your self is to believe in other.
What do you believe?
Where is your voice?!
Can your life be tasted?
in your cooking?
Can the love, hate, sadness, and fear be seen?
in your art?!
Can your heart, your mind, or you life be read?
in a story book or on a page?
do you Have an idol, a hero, or some one you just look up to?
When the people fear their government, there is tyranny.
When the government fears its people there is Liberty.
Censorship is telling a man he can't have a steak just because a baby can't chew it.'
Franklin D. Roosevelt:
the Only Thing We Have to Fear Is F
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